Scarlett POV
Gary Hirsch froze for half a second too long.
That was all Jaxen needed.
His left hand fisted in the front of Gary’s shirt and hauled him close.
The look in Jaxen’s eyes was pure kill.
His right fist was already c****d again, aimed straight at the same busted spot on Gary’s face.
I didn’t want any part of this mess.
With Jaxen moving tightly and silently, a low vibration coming off him suggested someone was about to end up in a body bag. Hospital or not.
I pushed myself off the bed.
My legs still felt like wet paper after the second blackout, vision swimming black at the edges.
I grabbed his arm anyway, the one about to land another hit.
“Jaxen,”
He barely registered me.
A shrug of that thick shoulder and my grip slid right off.
The next punch cracked into G
